Page 219 of The Cruelest Undead

Marie tipped her head gruesomely, and blinked. Then, she said one word.

“Understood.”

Mathew grinned.

“I could kiss you. Well, if you didn’t smell like rotting flesh. You’re pretty disgusting, Marie. You’ve seen better days.”

The necromanced woman wasn’t happy.

“When will you set me free so that I can rest?” she asked. “You promised to put me back in my tomb so I could be with my family.”

She was funny.

He laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

Yeah, he had, but the bottom line was that he needed her. She was his to control, and once he found the sword, he was going to make sure she never rested again.

“Where is the sword you promised to help me find. We have your bones, and you said you’d get it.”

“I am trying.”

“Master. Call me Master. It gets me all happy and giddy.”

Because she had no choice, she did just that.

“Yes, Master,” she said, staring at her boney feet. “If that is what you wish.”

Oh, it was.

He was controlling the most powerful Voodoo priestess. He was going to rule this city, and make Jolie and her family suffer for abandoning him.

“We need to slow them down,” he said. “Prepare yourself, Marie. We have a family to destroy.”

And he would.

Because when it came down to it, loyalty was nothing to them.

They’d betrayed the wrong vampyre.

Now, it was payback time.

* * *T u e u rA n t i q u i t i e s* **

The Sacred Space

Louisa’s Grave

Their Property

Even going there to do something like this felt hella wrong to Flynn. Only, he needed to do it so that they could find that sword.

If Death was hanging out, helping them, that meant one of two things.

He was bored or he knew that this was about to be a clusterfuck of mass proportions.

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